Wind and sand howled before the formation, while miasma churned.
Lü Yue stood before the Plague Immortal Formation, his gaze cold and sinister as he looked at Jiang Ziya outside it. His voice carried bone-piercing chill. "Jiang Ziya, do you dare enter my formation?"
Seated atop Sibuxiang's back, Jiang Ziya looked calm yet resolute. He slowly nodded. "Since Fellow Daoist Lü has invited me, this Poor Daoist shall enter the formation and personally experience the Plague Immortal Formation."
At those words, a flash of wild delight crossed Lü Yue's eyes.
He calculated carefully: Jiang Ziya was the pillar of Western Qi's entire army, the Sea Calming Needle of the campaign against King Zhou of Shang.
As long as Jiang Ziya was slain within the formation, Western Qi's army would be left leaderless. Their morale would collapse, and they would fall apart without a fight. Then would come his perfect chance to reverse the situation and destroy Great Zhou.
Outside the formation, everyone from Western Qi changed expression upon hearing Jiang Ziya's words. They all stepped forward to stop him, their eyes filled with deep worry. "Master Uncle/Grand Preceptor, you mustn't!"
Jiang Ziya turned back to look at them and gently shook his head. His tone was calm. "There is no need for you all to stop me. I have long divined the heavenly numbers. I am destined to suffer a hundred-day plague tribulation this time. It is a trial fated for me, one I cannot avoid."
Though the crowd was filled with anxiety, there was nothing they could do. They could only suppress their worries and silently retreat to the side.
Jiang Ziya hesitated no longer. He urged Sibuxiang forward and slowly left the camp. Arriving before the formation, he looked at the Plague Immortal Formation, where miasma surged into